Haunted Night Out

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She heard the whisper creeping across her ear.

Her gaze was more serious than candid as it approached her.

While the lonely apparition crossed before her eyes, she gasped.

The collar of her costume clung tightly to her neck with her hand in his.

With each step further into the haunted house, she was distraught.

It was horrific fear that would mate with her soul and set it on fire.

To be frank, she could not wait to reach the end of this horror.

As daylight grazed through the end of the hall, she rushed out.

She flailed into his arms, thinking “No more haunts for me.”

© E.M. Kingston